Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.